The blood of innocence stains hearts and souls,
and lives are mangled by those hardened ones.
Malice increased by the envy of gold.
Sin did cage spirit, ravaged by weapons.

Shining through the dull, forgiving hands beat.
Lovely words entwine with lies to crush hate
and wounds heal shut with divinity heat.
The good we give the world designs our fate.

When endless shadows greive upon your step--
or merciless beings haunt through your voice--
pray for hope, rekindled and always kept.
Wish for answers to your unspoken choice.

Like the grace of angels and wings of doves,
free from hatred, fly to enemy-love.

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